TickleeTimes
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A little while ago, when I was a junior in college, I found myself on a 20-something minute long car ride from the mall back to campus. There were five of us in the car, I was lucky enough to sit in the middle, back seat.
We were chatting, mainly the two in the front carrying the conversation, but we drove by a place that sells sex toys and the conversation switched to another topic. My two friends in the front seats started talking about how they went there once and what they bought. And one of them mentioned how they bought ‘sexy dice.’ The ones where one has a body part and one has an action and you roll them both and do what they say.
But she was complaining that the dice would land on combinations that they didn’t think were sexy, and then the fact that ‘tickle’ was one of the actions and she complained that it was rolled too often.
I went quiet, and I could swear my ears were ringing, and everyone kept talking about the tickle dice. There was a decent amount of conversation about the dice and tickling and being ticklish, and I was quiet. And then I was noticeably quiet after too long because my friend in the driver seat made eye contact with me in the rearview mirror and asked me “Tickleetimes, are you ticklish?”
I stuttered a bit with no idea what to say. “I..uh…haha..” You know the struggle your brain has to answer that question. Do I say no and hope they don’t believe me and tickle me? That’s the ideal scenario. But what if I say no and they believe me and we move on? That would suck, who would want that. And if I say yes? No way I’m admitting I’m ticklish, out loud, to a car full of people, half of which I live with and all of them I see every day who would then know this information about me? HA NOPE
I decided to answer that I wasn’t ticklish, that seemed like the easiest way out. Except my calm, cool, and collected voice quickly turned panicky “I..noAH!IMNOT”
In that one second when I was processing all of the above, my friend sitting to my right moved to adjust her seatbelt. But I was still focused on the rearview mirror so all I saw out of the corner of my eye was someone suddenly moving, and all my dumb brain could think was “ticklishticklishticklish” so my first thought was that she was moving to tickle me.
But when I saw her hand land on her seatbelt I could feel my face getting warm and I was so embarrassed. I made eye contact with my friend in the rearview mirror again “Oh, that’s a yes” implying that I was ticklish
“No I just thought she was gonna tickle me!” I tried to defend myself
“And your response was to freak out!” she accused me, and she was right, and she knew she was right and I knew she was right and everyone knew she was right. But then we pulled into the parking garage, and she quickly changed the topic to how upset she would be if someone took her parking space.
We were chatting, mainly the two in the front carrying the conversation, but we drove by a place that sells sex toys and the conversation switched to another topic. My two friends in the front seats started talking about how they went there once and what they bought. And one of them mentioned how they bought ‘sexy dice.’ The ones where one has a body part and one has an action and you roll them both and do what they say.
But she was complaining that the dice would land on combinations that they didn’t think were sexy, and then the fact that ‘tickle’ was one of the actions and she complained that it was rolled too often.
I went quiet, and I could swear my ears were ringing, and everyone kept talking about the tickle dice. There was a decent amount of conversation about the dice and tickling and being ticklish, and I was quiet. And then I was noticeably quiet after too long because my friend in the driver seat made eye contact with me in the rearview mirror and asked me “Tickleetimes, are you ticklish?”
I stuttered a bit with no idea what to say. “I..uh…haha..” You know the struggle your brain has to answer that question. Do I say no and hope they don’t believe me and tickle me? That’s the ideal scenario. But what if I say no and they believe me and we move on? That would suck, who would want that. And if I say yes? No way I’m admitting I’m ticklish, out loud, to a car full of people, half of which I live with and all of them I see every day who would then know this information about me? HA NOPE
I decided to answer that I wasn’t ticklish, that seemed like the easiest way out. Except my calm, cool, and collected voice quickly turned panicky “I..noAH!IMNOT”
In that one second when I was processing all of the above, my friend sitting to my right moved to adjust her seatbelt. But I was still focused on the rearview mirror so all I saw out of the corner of my eye was someone suddenly moving, and all my dumb brain could think was “ticklishticklishticklish” so my first thought was that she was moving to tickle me.
But when I saw her hand land on her seatbelt I could feel my face getting warm and I was so embarrassed. I made eye contact with my friend in the rearview mirror again “Oh, that’s a yes” implying that I was ticklish
“No I just thought she was gonna tickle me!” I tried to defend myself
“And your response was to freak out!” she accused me, and she was right, and she knew she was right and I knew she was right and everyone knew she was right. But then we pulled into the parking garage, and she quickly changed the topic to how upset she would be if someone took her parking space.
